Finally, the last towel from the last load of laundry is folded and tucked away, and as I head for the kitchen to start dinner, I hear a familiar grunt and yell coming from the study,
“No…no…no, I can’t stand this any longer!”
I quietly open the door, just a crack, and peek inside to observe the disturbing sound of despair coming from my lovely sweetheart, as she swiftly closes her laptop in disgust. She then looks out through the window in a stare reflecting the drained look and mind of this type A personality and perfectionist that I fell in love with years ago. Her quest for her Masters Degree was getting the best of her.
Because of that womanly intuition that you gals have so been blessed with, she knew she was being watched. Looking in the direction of the door, she spotted my empathy looking face peeking through the open slit. Her feeble attempt at a smile was overcome by the frustration of the moment. Tears became visible. Her forlorn look was too much for me, so I made a decision,
“Let’s go for a walk!”
Without hesitation, she slowly creped from the desk, slipped into her sneakers, and followed me out the door.
As we fell into our familiar routine of togetherness, we walked hand in hand silently for a while, enjoying the last of the brilliant golden rays of the setting Sun. I allowed her time to collect her composure and thoughts and she was finally able to speak.
“Thank you.” I hesitated for a moment and then replied with a smile, “For what?” “You know for what, quit milking it; for being here for me, supporting my efforts, and defusing my blow-ups; for all the comforting and urging, and support. You are my sounding board when I need to bounce off ideas and problems, and you do the housework, and run all the errands. My focus on this degree and my career has strained our relationship, but your strength and persistence has kept us together, and I love you dearly for that.”
As we continued our walk, I lovingly wrapped a comforting arm around the waist of this God given help mate that holds within her heart the key to mine. How can you not keep protecting and encouraging the very soul you love and respect till your last dying breath leaves your body? When a boy kisses a girl, and her reaction is a smile of acceptance and not a slap to the face of disapproval, then the boy is encouraged to continue the exploration of the relationship to the next level, which hopefully will lead to the eventual first institution God ordained: marriage.
The humanity in each individual life operates on differing levels of recognition, courage, love, and desire. With the right trigger mechanism we have the potential to be almost anything we desire. But we must be open to all and any avenues of assistance. Thus is the reason I continue to be there for this loved one, for I know her potential and I won’t give up even after she obtains it. My commitment to her was the source of my persistence.
We returned to the house and together lovingly prepared the evening meal. Afterwards, we rested awhile on the couch in each others arms, reassuring ourselves that the feeling of security and contentment that has overtaken us stems from Gods comforting arms that have snuggled us together in His care and will. The euphoric peace and serenity was indescribable, and yet I needed to break the moment and lean over to her irresistible, gorgeous ear, and whisper softly,
“Back to work, you need to finish your homework before bedtime!”
Her expression of frustration and unbelief at my persistence was quickly replaced with a look of love and thankfulness for my concern and encouragement for her to be her best. And as she climbed the stairs to the study, she hesitated long enough to whisper aloud,
“I love You!”
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